Step by step, she descended the stairs.
"Young ones, greetings to all of you." She walked up to the six of them, and they stood up to greet her.
"Hello, Teacher."
"Sit down first. This is our first lesson together. I won't start directly by teaching; instead, I'd like to take some time for us to understand each other." She gestured with her hand and walked past the group.
"My name is Idrylia. I am now 276 years old. Whether for a Songstress or an Elf, that's not considered young anymore. As for myself, I assume you may have read a bit about me online." She paced slowly.
"The glory and audaciousness of youth—it doesn't carry much meaning now when brought up again. Human nature is complex and ever-changing, yet people often can only see a fleeting glimpse—a single side, a fragmented silhouette—and form various judgments."
"Right now, you may already have your own opinions and impressions of me, but I want to tell you, these might not truly represent who I am."
